Lust

So the last one on the list... Lust!

Now this entire story has really been about lust and how lust can be broken down into the

other six sins so this category needs no character building instead I will reconstruct the ideas I have been writing down into one proper story. As for lust, well lust is our main character... like a really hot, shirtless devil, ripped with abs and pecs!

Maybe I should tell you more about the setting of these little stories... all of them are based in a little steam joint called 'The Hothouse' here in Cape Town. http://www.hothouse.co.za/ Now I started working there just as the summer season began. Its the kinda once in a life time summer job that consumes you if you allow it too. I had an awesome time working there and

met some really great guys and had some really amazing sex but as the summer came to an end I realised it was time for me to leave. Ultimately I am now 27 years old and working there, although i feel it was better to work there now while I was exploring myself sexually rather than my early twenties when I was exploring men, it was time to find something else to do. I managed to also fall in, out and back in love over the summer so my emotions were constantly fluctuating. It time for a bit of focus now. so hopefully soon you will get to here my little porno story from begin to end of the Seven Deadly sins and the Hothouse.

Till then

Happy hunting!

Greed

The man thats never satisfied. The man with the hot boyfriend but still needs more. The man where one is not enough. The man thats tweaked out of his mind, the man that has lube and domes strapped to an armband tightly wrapped high up on his arm and v-pills hooked onto his belt. The man that takes more than one cock at once, a man with who has too much space to fill.

The possessive guy that hounds his free spirited boyfriend like a hawk soaring high in the sky two eyes focused firmly on what he thinks is his. He flaunts his lover. He shows him off, parading him as if he were the prize horse at a race track, for others to marvel in yet no man may kiss, touch, flirt or even speak to the beautiful specimen of man!

This is such a tricky one to try write about... I have a few stories but they all border on gross instead of dark comedy, i mean everything you just read I have been a first hand eye witness to all of it... and in some cases a little too close for comfort.

So if you have a story of a 'greedy' lover let me know...

Envy

Becareful boys, he wants whats not his, funny how Wrath seems to be right behind Envy topping it like a bear in a harness, having his way with a hungry bottom-cub in the roughest gay porn you've ever seen!

Envy likes the thrill of getting what he cant have, it is his fuel that pumps his engine full of...love! He will chase it till he has the sweet sweet flavour rolling round inside his mouth, like a soft summer chilled grape, he crushes the the sweet flesh till the sensational glucose rich syrup runs out onto his soft lips. There is no desire more desired. He has gone from player to addict.

Well a couple comes his way. He is really into the one guy. Strong arms and a trucker cap...just works. Now the plan is for all to play together like kids on one of those spinning jungle gyms, in the park, each one has a turn pushing and each has a turn riding however it turned out that when the time came to play the hot one was only available, so he does it...anyway! He is pulling his pants back on and about to leave when the boyfriend arrives. Tension builds in the air as a relationships starts to crash right in front of his eyes. He makes a break for it just in time to avoid any confrontation but he is the cause of all the trouble. The sweet taste of someone else's bitterness...

Sloth

Wow. Ok… so there is the fat gross rich foreigner who sits at a table for two, alone waiting patiently for some young naïve, financially dependent twink to prance by his table and give him a look, any look. He waits to buy the twink too many drinks. He waits to own his ass. He waits to lie on his back while the twink does all the work riding him like an old ride at Ratanga junction.

There is also the hot tattooed foreigner who stands near the shiny reflecting mirror waiting for something with a great smile to say hello. He waits for something with biceps to say hello. He waits for something with tattoos to say hello. He waits to lie on his stomach while something hot rides him, like a surfer riding a tunnel, smooth!

Greed often holds Sloth’s hand in the context of my little story here but the main difference being that Sloth does very little to get off, like a religious girl after four years of marriage, it just lies there and takes it.

Cubicles that open up onto hallways that meet each other lit by a smoky red light. A maze for sex and there he lies in one of the cubicles with his legs spread and face lying flat on the pillow, porn playing in the background and the smell of poppers wafting out the doorway filling the already sweaty smelling air with its fumes. Sounds of men groans echoing threw the hallway and there he lies, on his stomach waiting for a man to enter! Men go in, men come out and there he lies on his stomach letting them enter.

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Gluttony

There is the drinker and the eater.The eater is that over weight guy sitting in a cruising bar chowing down on a greasy sandwich with extra chips, returning to the bar in 20min intervals for a stick of dry wors followed by the ridiculous coke light. Now i get the calorie counting when one is on a diet but munching on terrible food and then guzzling down the coke with the gross taste is not going to help at all. Put down the fork and he might get some real meat in his mouth... is that not the point of a cruising bar?

The drinker is the guy that tries to be best friends with the barman. It slips his mind that a

barman is working and if he is a real barman he could probably drink you under the counter all on your tab. He drinks too much too quickly and the end result will not be very desirable.

He is the straight boy, nervous, scared, excited as he sits in a steam and leisure joint waiting to find something that will tickle his fancy. He is drinking too much!

He is already hammered and the night is just beginning. Why is he naked? Granted he is in a place where one only has to wear a towel but christ, could he not even keep that on. He stumbles around flirting with anything that might flirt back. Not only did he check his pants at the door but his dignity as well.

Wrath

Wrath comes in waves. No one ever walks around, aggressive, looking to fight, I guess the way straight boys do in the far East Rand but hell, when a queen is pissed a scene will follow. From the bitchy fairies to the muscle marys. I have seen it all. Beer bottles thrown at heads, lovers riding over lovers with their cars, bites that draw blood and a tetanus shot is needed and slaps across a face that echo threw a hallway.

Anger burns in all of us like soft pilot light waiting to burn brighter and boil the water, it only takes one person or an incident to make it explode.

He is a total product of his emotions and when he gets angry it can be so over the top and dramatic. He stands in the misty sauna, watching the love of his life in close embrace with someone totally subpar. He struggles to see sex as just sex when he has been making love for so long, he struggles to understand especially because he is there willing and waiting to be that man in the close embrace. He tries to be a cool boyfriend and looks the other way but that pilot light of anger is starting to burn. He goes back to the misty surrounding with random men. He pushes them against the wall and fucks them, rough, hard, forceful. He is trying to get the anger out.

But he is really just angry with himself, he is hurting himself, how can he allow someone to treat him with so little respect, how can he allow a person make him feel so undervalued.

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Pride

The most obvious one, Pride, you know, that scrawny mincing fairy twink that marches past

with her cheekbones protruding from sucking in her cheeks. That Mary that wont let you touch their hair but will try pull into you any second she gets. She’s a vixen, often tall, totally fierce, on the prowl or rather prowling prey. It’s the confused Impala waiting with her ass in the air ready to be taken by the strongest lion.

There is also the hot Jock-I-cock-block-myself guy. Uber hot and oh how he knows it. The guy waiting for something hot but guess what, he’s it and like a wolf in a sheep pen he needs to pick off all the ‘healthy’ sheep, one by one.

A room with mirrors all round the bed, two men’s bodies thrust together in the dimmed light, bronzed skin dripping with tiny beads of sweat that glimmer in the light, muscles that twist and turn with every thrust. He only sees himself. He watches himself in the mirrors. Does he feel it? Can he feel the man he is with? Is it love? Is it sex? Can he feel either one?

Till Next time

Happy Hunting!

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The Seven Deadly Sins

So, as a barman you tend to be real observant of the patrons you serve. I definitely take a keen interest in the sexual psychology behind why we as gay men do what we do. How all of us can be so sexually different in preference yet at the core we can all behave so primal. When did we go from animalistic to just plain animals?

Sexually we all answer to one, some or all of the seven deadly sins which often proves detrimental to our minds, bodies or souls.

I have payed attention to others and allowed myself to get swallowed whole in playing this little game, a game mainly because it proved to be more about fun than love or even passion. I do understand that one can have amazing sex with someone you cant remember or even stand but the older i get, the more I realise that I am just a little romantic kid that tends to live more in fantasy rather than reality. Often my fantasy is blown up in my pretty little face from a heavy dose of reality and in this situation it happened on a few occasions and I got burnt real bad.

Mind, body and soul!!!

So, firstly, be smart and cover up, rubber down and protect your body, it really is the easiest of the three to protect. The other two will be more tricky.

And after that lets get into my new little mini-series…

So, what we are going to do is pretend we’re writing a script and this is our character breakdown section in our writing treatment. We will list the type of ‘sin’ and how this can be seen stereotypically and then we can put together a small scene with an explosive event and the emotion that should come after, well you can just decide. A little bit of interactive script writing through blogging!

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